pressing between my thighs, my whole body pressing down toward it to meet him as his hips drove it deep inside me.
"Oh... fuck," I gasped, letting the syllable last as my whole body tightened around him, holding him to me and giving him no way to go but deeper. He was huge, and I adjusted my hips to make it easier for him. He stretched me while I cried out with pleasure.
I didn’t want to worry about every other consequence in that moment, and I shoved all thoughts aside. I wanted to just have this demon claim me, over and over. For me to enjoy every moment of being beneath him.
"Fute-mă," he whispered in my ear, driving himself in as deep as he would go.
I breathed heavily, grasping onto his strong, round shoulders. I didn't know what that meant, although given the context, I could venture a guess. And I wanted him to keep whispering words like it in my ear.
He drew back and thrust forward again, roughly enough to make the bed rock, letting my nails dig into his skin, dragging him to me as a rush crossed through my body, his teeth digging into my shoulder.
"Harder," I growled, gripping his hair with my free hand, not letting him pull away as he picked up the pace.
He pounded into me, his strength unbelievable, while I floated on the arousal, on the pain he caused with his bite. It all blended into the most eutrophic feeling that swallowed me.
My toes curled as he pushed in and out, never stopping, but going faster.
Then the tidal wave came at me so unexpected, I suddenly screamed as my orgasm flooded me, my whole body shaking.
He never stopped taking me the whole time, but pumped into me, held me to him just as he roared like a bear with his own explosion. Jammed all the way inside me, he froze, tensed, and I felt him pulsing inside me. My climax hit me hard and I released myself before collapsing on the bed, spent.
Heat flooded my body, while he still gripped my hips, buried deep inside me. He leaned forward and kissed my lips, his tongue sweeping over my lips. "Feeling better?"
“Yes,” I breathed. "Will you hold me?"
"As you wish."
A cool breeze was still filtering into the room as I looked out through the slats. I assumed that there would be a way to seal the windows come winter, and the slats were a temporary fixture for the warmer months.
Not really the sort of thing that I should be thinking with a demon lying in the bed beside me, but I needed a minute to come back down. Feeling the breeze caress the sweat still covering my naked body was a good way to do that.
"About that... mutual attraction."
I turned to look at him, as bare as I was and unabashedly reaching out to trace his fingers over my hips.
"What about it?" I asked, turning myself over, taking his hand and guiding it up to my breast.
"You said that you didn't think that it would be this literal."
I nodded. "Is this what the marriage is about? Are we... destined to jump each other’s bones at any opportunity we get?"
"No." He shook his head. "Nothing quite like that. I actually entered into a similar arrangement with Moira—but things never escalated to this point, and she was here for years."
I shook my head. "I just... the grossest thought just occurred to me, and I need to make sure. You and my aunt never... right?"
"We never fucked, if that's what you're thinking." He smirked, looking at me sideways. "That was something that she said would be the case from the start. Said that she knew better."
"I'm going to have to ask you to do me a huge favor."
"Yeah?"
"Let’s not talk about my aunt anymore while you've got my breast in your hand."
"Right. But... there was something about her that you should know. So long as I've already broken that particular rule, we might as well keep heading through that door."
I sighed, smirking. "What about her?"
"She... didn't die of a coronary. She was murdered."
My breath caught in my chest, and I shook my head, trying to make sense of his statement.
"What?"
"Do you need me to repeat myself?"
"No. I just... how did it happen? What happened? I mean, you obviously cared for her quite a bit, so did you kill the people responsible?"
He pulled his hand away from me, lying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. "No.